I read an article this morning… It was an article about white privilege, and chronicles the life of a woman who had lived in India. I found it to be misleading, at least. To be fair, everyone’s experiences are different, and maybe the author’s experiences are genuine – it’s just obvious that she hasn’t lived in India for very long. I saw myself in her post, a very new-to-India and naïve me.
We’ve been here over a month, and so much has happened already. Let me explain…
Health care could be improved upon, in the United States, no doubt. But there is one aspect of our health care I am extremely grateful for…
A conversation took place a while ago, between me and my husband. He asked me what classes I could take to help me get a career in writing. I told him I didn’t want a career in writing. Maybe that’s not true. The truth is, I don’t want to make a career out of writing for other people – things I have no interest in. That doesn’t give me any passion at all.
My brother-in-law and his beautiful family came to stay with us for a few days. As exhausting as it was to keep up with the little ones, I really couldn’t be happier with the entire experience. As I mentioned a while ago in “Home is Calling Me” – I’ll be leaving for America soon. While I have quite a bit to look forward to, it’s still extremely difficult to say goodbye to my loved ones here. What a blessing! I love their son, their brother, their nephew, my husband DN, and because of that, they took me into their family. We may have difficulty communicating sometimes, but love needs no translations.
For the past week or so, my mornings have been spent waking up with DN and helping him get ready for work. He usually wakes up before me to heat water for a quick bath. At this point, he sometimes goes to the shop to pick up a fresh packet of milk and bread. He wakes me up with a plate of toast, and sometimes a mug of warm, sweet milk to accompany it. While he is getting ready, I cook him a little something to take to work for lunch. The menu varies, but today it was lachcha paratha – I’m amazed with this discovery, by the way.
I have had a lot of time lately to absorb many viewpoints on cultural appropriation, and reflect on them. So much has happened in our world, in these short few months. Life has seemed to carry me in the direction I wanted to be going, with little effort from me. Much like the current of a river. While I am happy good things are happening, I realize now is the best time to prepare a safe cushion to land on, for when the good things go bad. I’m not afraid to express my true experiences and emotions, in good an bad times. Perhaps that makes me more negative than I used to be, or to some, intolerable. The thing is… Honesty is the most raw form of my trust that I can offer you. Some days, my life and this blending of cultures is extremely rewarding, and some days, it’s not.
It’s been a busy month! So much has happened since Christmas. Very monumental things started changing. It’s possible DN has found a job here in Delhi, and because of that, we might be staying. My husband wasn’t too keen on returning home to Jhansi in the first place, so maybe it was meant to be.
Our Christmas this year was, by far, better than last year’s Christmas. Last year, DN and I spend Christmas with his best friend, touring a mall with a giant Christmas tree and eating Chinese food. When we got home, we made macaroni and cheese and Netflix wouldn’t load – so no Christmas movies. This year we made two very wonderful children happy, at the very least.